Chapter 253

Clara Walton acted in a flash, grabbing Fiona Barrington’s wrist tight. There was no hesitation in her grip, her gaze locked coldly on Fiona, eyes full of hatred. The kind that made it feel like she could destroy her the next second. Fiona flinched slightly, her voice shaky: "Clara, what are you doing?!” Clara’s eyes stayed fixed on Fiona’s right hand, and then she let out a quiet laugh — calm, but it sent a chill down your spine. Fiona couldn’t guess what Clara was about to do. “You said I did it on purpose back then. Said I ruined your hand so you couldn’t play the piano, embarrassed myself in the process — isn’t that how it went?” Clara said, suddenly bringing up the past. The Barringtons were a big deal in River City, and Fiona, being their only daughter, was naturally a high-society sweetheart. And with that title, came endless praise and flattery. The Barringtons spared no expense training her — best tutors, best resources, anything money could buy. Everyone sang her praises. Jus